Futures

I may look like an angel,

But I'm a devil in disguise.

Much like the devil, 

I've no need to tell lies.

You've painted your own picture

Of me inside your head.

You've distorted reality,

Both the good and the bad.

I don't need to say a word,

I haven't in a long time.

I know my silence breaks you.

I creep inside your mind.

I would try apologizing

If I felt there was any reason.

But I know my words would be wasted;

I know you're not listening.

I hope one day in the future

You can let go of who I was,

Take the time to get to know me,

Maybe then we'd have a fighting chance.

But if history is a lesson,

I know you're too far gone.

You'll commit the worst me to memory,

You'll never let go or move on.

I really do wish the best for you,

Even though it doesn't feel that way.

My words have a mind of their own;

I don't really get a say.

I'm attached to something too,

But it's not part of the past.

I'm attached to reveries

Of the futures we could have.